Today's poet

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Originally Posted by freckle

Mmmmmm hhh are you suggesting that when the weather forecast is read out it has a poetic lilt? or am i missing something completely obvious like?

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I think it does. This is what it feels like in the Lakes at the moment. We are battling in heavy seas with this weather.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

And Now The Forecast Issued By The Met. Office At 1305 On Monday 23 November 2009

The General Synopsis At 0700
Low 10 Miles West Of Helvellyn 1016 Is Slow Moving And Filling. High Over Coniston 1023 Expected Black Combe 1022 By 0700 Tomorrow.

The Forecasts For The Next 24 Hours

Fairfield Hart Crag Dollywagon
Southwesterly 6 Or 7 Decreasing 4 Or 5. Frequent Showers. Good

Scafell Great Gable
West Or Southwest 4 Increasing 6 Or 7. Rain Later. Good Becoming Moderate

Grasmoor Robinson Dale Head
Westerly 4 Backing Southerly 6 Or 7. Showers. Moderate Or Good

Swirl How Wetherlam Coniston
Westerly Backing Easterly 6. Veering Southerly 6 Or 7 Later. Showers Then Gales. Moderate Becoming Poor

[Mmmmmm hhh are you suggesting that when the weather forecast is read out it has a poetic lilt? or am i missing something completely obvious like?)

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Just listen to the shipping forecast on R4 Freckle. It is wonderful. There is a romance to all the different areas of the seas, so much so that my print Sea Fever has a layer of handwritten shipping forecast incorporated into the design. I think it is all to do with association.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

I think it does. This is what it feels like in the Lakes at the moment. We are battling in heavy seas with this weather.

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i can imagine, my heart goes out to all those who have had it particularly difficult over the past few days

and...I got overexcited there (amazing that the shipping forecast can do that)....it was a clever idea HHH and I realise that there isn't much romance to be had in a flooded houses and destroyed bridges but the metaphor of oceans works well.

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Originally Posted by freckle

Just listen to the shipping forecast on R4 Freckle. It is wonderful. There is a romance to all the different areas of the seas, so much so that my print Sea Fever has a layer of handwritten shipping forecast incorporated into the design. I think it is all to do with association.

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I will thank you Hes and HHH....:)

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Originally Posted by freckle

Just listen to the shipping forecast on R4 Freckle. It is wonderful. There is a romance to all the different areas of the seas, so much so that my print Sea Fever has a layer of handwritten shipping forecast incorporated into the design. I think it is all to do with association.

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You are right, there is a romance to it. I always imagined sailors throughout our waters all listening to it at the same time, and having a thought for one another. (That didn't quite come out right!!!):eek:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b006qfvv

I had the idea a couple of days ago just to write one out verbatim, as they are poetic in themselves, but then I thought I'd add the twist seeing what its been like here recently. I'm glad it had that effect. :)

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Originally Posted by Hes

and...I got overexcited there (amazing that the shipping forecast can do that)....it was a clever idea HHH and I realise that there isn't much romance to be had in a flooded houses and destroyed bridges but the metaphor of oceans works well.

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A Moment

The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can't breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.

Margaret Atwood

The Boy.

There once was a boy...

















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This reminds me of a lovely book called "The world without us" which describes what would happen if us humans suddenly disappeared. It isn't quite as bleak as it sounds, and is actually quite positive in how nature finds it way back into even the most insustrial or war ravaged landscapes.

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Originally Posted by freckle

A Moment

The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can't breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.

Margaret Atwood

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